Unmounted Oilgraph // 5” x 7”

The weight of days
pulling back like the sheets

The secrets we uncovered
we take to the woods
like unwanted kittens
to a winter river

And no one will know
except you and I
and that's enough I guess

But we'll both remember
that crime of the heart
in the years to come
when age will wipe away our beauty
and leave it's scars under our eyes

Your eyes...
when they look past me to the window
You spill light

I'm sorry mine wasn't enough...